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Ana's POV:
We walk into the kitchen at escala this is where is happened where we fought it sends chills through me I do not want to lose him again. "Ana would you like some wine?" Ah yes alcohol will help settles my nerves.
"Actually do you have anything a little stronger? Rum or whiskey?" His eyes widen clearly this shocked him but Ray always drank rum or whiskey and when I turned eighteen he would let me have a glass from time to time. I think the burn of rum when you drink it, it's not harsh like vodka.
"Yes in my office." He walks away and comes back with two larger tumblers and a bottle of whiskey that reads Dalmore 1974 Single Highland Malt Scotch Whiskey. He grabs four whiskey stones and puts two in each glass and pours whiskey for the two of us. Handing me a glass he picks up the bottle and we walk over to the large white sectional in the living room. I take a long sip and place my glass on the table.
"So Christian" I take a long pause before I speak again. "Why didn't you call me?"
"As you know this is my first 'real' relationship" I nod
"At first I was baffled that you yelled at me because no one other then my family has done that but then I was confused I didn't know how to respond to that."
"Well Christian people yell and get angry in a relationship and say stupid shit so that won't change but you need to talk to me. I understand this is new to you so at first I will be understanding of that but we are going to get nowhere if we do not communicate." He takes a big gulp of his whiskey before responding to me. I understand that this is completely foreign to him so I do need to cut him some slack.
"Well I understand that now but in the moment I didn't know how to handle myself and I promise from now on I will communicate with you."
"That's all I ask of you Christian."
"I'm glad that's over." ha-ha I don't think so buddy.
"Christian this conversation is far from over we need to lay all our cards on the table we need to be completely honest with one another and share everything." I notice him tense up and he doesn't respond.
"How about we make this easier? I ask a question and then you ask a question and when were done if there is anything else we haven't shared we can." He smiles and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
"Sounds like an excellent idea"
"I'll ask first." He looks at me unsure for a moment and gives me the alright head nod.
"How old were you when you were introduced into this lifestyle?" he takes a deep breath and says "fifteen."
"What? How? Why?"
"Now my turn now." Fuck this stupid game you but fair is fair I need to keep my rage in check.
"Okay, ask away."
"Why is your wrist wrapped up?" I knew this question was coming. I slowly unwrap the bandages on my wrist and show the cuts to Christian.
"What the fuck is that Ana"
"My turn." He glares at me but he knows I'm right.
"Can you tell me everything about the person who introduced you into this lifestyle?"
"That's not a fair question."
"But it is a question and I think we established earlier that I don't play fair." He cringes at the thought of the blow to the nuts earlier.
"Elena was my mother's friend still is actually. I did yard work for her when my parents started worrying about my drinking and fighting. One day I made a rude comment to her and she slapped me then kissed me. I was confused but I thought it was kind of hot. So things like that continued until she showed me her playroom from then on I was her submissive. Except there were no contracts hard limits, soft limits nothing."
"So she not only took advantage of a minor she took advantage of you in a BDSM relationship as well. I don't know much about this lifestyle but through my research I've learned that a contract verbal or written are key in a BDSM relationship." I can see a single tear fall down his face.
"Oh my god you're right! Not only did she take advantage of me she took advantage of our relationship. How have I been so blind." I crawl into his lap and do my best to comfort him. I grab the glass and he downs it in one gulp. After some silence he says "My question."
"What are those cuts from?"
"A razor, my turn"
"What are your scars from?"
"I was used as an ash tray. Who did that to you."
"I did. How did you get your scars?" His face fell to the floor when I said I did this to myself
"My birth mother's pimp. Why did you do that to yourself?" I remember Grace telling me that he was adopted at the age of five how could someone do that to a child. I grab his hand and give him a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm not sure if you've heard of self-harm but it's something I've been doing for six years now. I bottle up every emotion I have a sometimes I just break and I need relief. It makes my internal pain external. It's a coping mechanism not good one anyway. I've been trying to stop but its an addiction once you do it once you cannot stop. What happened to your birth mother." His face he knows I did it that night.
"She was a crack whore, her pimp always beat me and her, there was never and food in the house and when she committed suicide I was left with her body for four days without food trying to wake her up." I can't fight the tears poor Christian.
"Christian I'm so sorry."
"You don't need to be sorry that was a long time ago Ana." He hugs me and kisses me on the forehead. "Do you still want to continue Ana?" I just nod, trying to control my tears.
"Why did you start cutting yourself?" I grab the bottle of whiskey and take a couple gulps.
"For two years I lived with my mother and her third husband Steve Morton. At first everything was great he was a great guy and everything was great but about six months into their marriage he started hitting me at first is was disciplined for when I 'acted out' then it got worse, I missed so much school just to hide the bruises from people. My mother was drunk all the time so she couldn't care less about what he did to me. Then one day came when he was trying to have sex with me; when I said no and fought him off he got mad and beat me within an inch of my life. When I was released from the hospital Ray came to pick me up and I never saw him again or really spoke to my mother." Christian doesn't say a word he just wraps me in his arms and holds me tight. I don't know how long were sitting here like this but I feel safe in his arms.
"How did you end up with the Grey's ."
"My mother was the nurse on call that night they brought me in. I fought her and screamed the whole time while she tried to help me since I don't like to be touched. Soon after I went home with them. I was very shy though I didn't even speak until Mia came home she was just a baby and I thought she was the most amazing thing in the world. Was the Steve Morton thing reported?"
"No I didn't want to deal with testifying I thought it would get easier if I got left it alone. Do you and Elena still have a relationship besides the fact she found your Subs and is friend with your mother?"
"Yes we are in business together before tonight I had always thought of her as a friend. She lent me money when I dropped out of Harvard to start GEH I felts like I owed her everything so I lent her money to open a chain of salons." I clench my teeth at the thought of this woman. "I don't think I have anything more to ask. Is there anything else I should know?"
"Not that I can think of right now how about you?"
"No but there is something I need to show you." He grabs my hand and leads me upstairs and pulls out a key unlocking the door.
I walk in and I smell leather, wood polish with a citrus scent to it. He turns on the lights and I'm in shock it looks like we have traveled back in time to the 15th century and the Spanish Inquisition. "This is my playroom" Christian says as I walk around the room taking everything in. "You know a playroom usually has board games, Barbie dolls or an Xbox not this." His jaw falls to the floor I guess he's still not used to being talked to like that and defiantly not in this room.
The room is a dark burgundy shade making the room feel smaller than it actually is. There is a large wooden cross in the shape of an X attached the wall directly across from the door. From the looks of the wood its mahogany, and there cuffs I assume to restrain someone on each corner of the cross. There are various ropes, chains and cuffs hanging from the ceiling. On the right wall there is a various assortment of floggers, riding crops, whips, and paddles. There is a beautiful mahogany chest I don't really want to know what's inside. The thing that draws my attention most though is the bed. It is a rather large four poster bed with a flat top. It is beautifully hand carved I assume 19th century, under the canopy there is more chains and restraints. There are no bed sheets only a red leather and some red throw pillows.
"Ana can you say something"
"It's very nice I must admit the only thing that bothers me is the leather slip on the bed I think it would look better is you had actually sheets it really takes away from the beautiful bed frame. Other than that the room has an almost romantic feel to it. The burgundy walls, mood lighting and beautiful wood pieces in the room. Although I doubt what happens in here is romantic." I am almost startled by the laugh that comes out of Christian he is bent over clutching is stomach almost crying from laughing so hard. I am standing here beet red with my arms crossed why is he laughing?
"Oh Ana I'm sorry." He walks towards me with a Cheshire smile plastered on his face. "I thought you were going to run but your only complaint is the red leather. I will have that changed immediately." He grabs my pony tail and yanking it so my lips meet his hand roam all over my body. He wraps his arm around me still holding my hair he moves his lips to my exposed neck gently sucking and nibbling my flesh. "Ahhh" I moan and my legs turn to jelly beneath me. "You like that don't you?" He growls. "Answer me!"
"Yes I like that."
"You like what?" Oh he's in Dom mode now.
"Your lips on my neck sucking at biting my flesh." I can feel him grinning against my lips as he kisses me. I can also feel is erection pressed against my stomach.
"Anastasia" Oh he means business "Would you like to play?" He releases me. I just bite my lip and nod as he gives me his famous panty dropping smile.
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